Poem -
come to me
misery comes collecting on my abandon heart
wounded it is..... by so many passed loversĀ
now it sleeps in dark places of photos
tomorrow i will go pick the flowers
to put on the graves
they once enjoyed the finest of wine
put to their coloured lips of sweet
they dance to unplayed songs
in the sunlight of the evening skies
like it was never ending
they would remove their shoes with grace
without a tare to their Victoria secret best
prancing around
loosen hair
ribbons blowing
within the smoke of high
as the night falls into another arms of loveĀ
Ā
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